This song is an havanera composed by Càstor Pérez and Glòria Cruz, here sang by their daughter Sílvia.
Havaneres are a traditional style of music that originated
in the 19th century, but they are more popular in the coast of the Catalan Countries, the Basque Country, Asturias and Cantabria. These songs were commonly sung in the ships of sailors and immigrants who went from the Iberian Peninsula to look for a betterr life in Cuba, and for this reason many of these songs are very nostalgic and often talk about missing their homeland or lost loves.
(In the video, the song starts at 1:34)
Here you have the original lyrics of this song in Catalan and their translation to English.
Pinto les notes d'una havanera I paint the notes of an habanera
blava com l'aigua d'un mar antic, blue like the water of an ancient sea,
blanca d'escuma, dolça com l'aire, white like foam, sweet like the air,
gris de gavines, daurada d'imatges, grey like seagulls, gold by images,
vestida de nit. dressed in evening gown.
Miro el paisatge, cerco paraules, I look at the landscape, I search for words,
que omplin els versos sense neguit. that will fill the verses without unease.
Els pins m'abracen, sento com callen, Pine trees hug me, I hear how they go quiet,
el vent s'emporta tot l'horitzó.
the wind blows away the whole horizon.
Si pogués fer-me escata
If I could become scale
i amagar-me a la platja and hide at the beach
per sentir sons i tardes del passat, to hear sounds and afternoons of the past,
d'aquest món d'enyorança,
of this world of nostalgia,
amor i calma, perfumat de lluna, foc i rom love and calm,
scented with moon, fire and rum.
Si pogués enfilar-me a l'onada més alta If I could climb the highest wave
i guarnir de palmeres el record, and adorn the memory with palm trees,
escampant amb canyella totes les cales
sprinkling every cove with cinnamon
i amb petxines fer-los un bressol. and making them a cradle with shells.
Els vells em parlen plens de tendresa, The old ones talk to me, full of tenderness,
d'hores viscudes amb emoció. about hours lived with emotion.
Joves encara, forts i valents, Still young, strong and brave,
prínceps de xarxa, herois de tempesta, princes of the net, heroes of the storm,
amics del bon temps. friends of the good weather.
Els ulls inventen noves històries, The eyes invent new stories,
vaixells que tornen d'un lloc de sol. boats coming back from a sunny place.
Porten tonades enamorades, They carry songs in love,
dones i Pàtria, veles i flors. women and motherland, sails and flowers.
I’m reading these stupid books and I’m so furious. Rhaegar Targaryen. Can we talk about Rhaegar Targaryen?!
Rhaegar is this big dumb question mark that every bitter fuck in Westeros hangs their hopes and failures on. All these dumb middle aged men gotta talk about Rhaegar all the goddamn time. He inspires all this creepy obsession, like hatred and love and and lust and it grosses me out.
Yet I’m sitting here making fun of these people, all the while I can feel myself becoming obsessed. I’ve been sucked in. Like who is this fucker? I need to know!!! He’s the best character in all the fucking books and I hate him I think? Or I’m in love? I feel like I’m going crazy here. Who the fuck is he??? He’s Schrodinger’s Dragon, simultaneously both Hero and Villain. Angel and devil. Genius and stupid impulsive dumbshit. But the box he’s in is sealed shut and burned to ash and the ashes have been tossed in a rocket and shot to Pluto cause that secretive harp strumming dragon shit is dead as a goddamn doornail. Grrrr Martin is the only goddamn person in the whole fucking world who knows what his deal was and he ain’t gonna sing, so now I’m sitting here, flipping through these dumb books looking for anything that doesn’t sound like bullshit just like–
“–let’s talk about the Rhaegar. Can we talk about Rhaegar, please? I’ve been dying to talk about Rhaegar with you all day, OK?
This name keeps coming up, Rhaegar Targaryen! Rhaegar Targaryen! I got BOXES full of Rhaegar!”
Princess Sofia, Prince Carl Philip, King Carl Gustaf (who should now be known as the Dancing King), Queen Silvia, Crown Princess Victoria, and Prince Daniel dance to a cover of “Can’t Stop the Feeling” by Justin Timberlake at the 2016 Polar Music Prize Awards. || June 16th, 2016
As the night went on, they found themselves dancing to another song. Danny pulled Silvia close and unlike with Zach’s close proximity, she felt the need to get even closer to Danny. Friend’s didn’t do this. She knew that but she couldn’t help but want to touch him more as they moved to the music.